Where Two Roads Meet E-Book

DW Larrabee

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Where Two Roads Meet is the second volume of the poetic diary DW Larrabee began in 2006. There are several more volumes to come, including Choking Down a Scream and I Hear the Silent Sound. The swinging moods and redundancies reverberate as expressed in various ways. David Larrabee was born in Peterborough, NH in 1953 and settled in Santa Monica, CA in 1984 where he continues pursuing his visual arts and adding to his “self-poetrait.”

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DW Larrabee

Where Two Roads Meet

Selfpoetrait - Volume 2

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Self-poetrait - Volume 2

1 February 2007

my feet planted like a seed

ideas hang suspended

sometimes I need a gentle shove

to get the ball in motion 

when what grows is just a weed

intentions apprehended

if I nurture it with love

it blooms with pure devotion

6 February 2007

I wake up when it's still dark

and try to get wheels turning

I'm not ready to embark

dream visions are still churning

as the sky turns black to gray

I sit still and reason

I can't slow the break of day

or halt the change of season

10 February 2007

juggling fact and fantasy

I need both to be whole

separately the world can see

me only in one role

marching through a business day

toward someone else's goal

I have to keep my heart at bay

it takes a hefty toll

back home I can strip away

the one who seems quite droll

and be the one in my own play

reacquainted with my soul

11 February 2007

the family we worked hard to build

amassed in ones and twos

kept our empty hearts fulfilled

and watched our p's and q's

we drank a toast on New Years Eve

let our hair down Halloween

birthdays we did not believe

should pass by us unseen

from happy disco days we crawled

in to our grown-up lives

our graceful aging plan is stalled

as the first one's death arrives

years and years have hurried by

the family quite dissolved

I am left here high and dry

with survival unresolved

13 February 2007

passion's kept my heart afloat

in troubled times I've faced

when hope seemed at least remote

doom was soon replaced

the art I made and verse I wrote

maintained a sweetened taste

enough to keep me in the boat

and not to plunge in haste

14 February 2007

information is the key

to a job well done

unlocking the mystery

of how to make things run

in the darkness we can't see

what has just begun

anticipating what will be

is what makes it fun

16 February 2007

working hard enough to pay

the bills that let me live this way

often there's no time for play

so what's the point of this long day

sometimes I should step aside

and weigh the options to decide

which way is more dignified

do I need fun more than the pride

19 February 2007

rainy Sunday afternoons

lazing around the house

background filled with faded tunes

by Chopin and Strauss

wafting restless room to room

nothing to be done

I should just enjoy the gloom

see idleness as fun

but my mind keeps leaping on

to Monday morning's chore

when I'll have to put clothes on

and scurry out the door

22 February 2007

with too many roads to choose

I cannot decide

like shopping for a pair of shoes

that will fit my stride

some look great but cause a pain

when I take a step

I end up barefoot in the rain

with two more things to schlep